"No...no..." Hu Tianzong shook his head quickly and said with a flattering smile, "Brother Ye is so powerful that I admire him so much! Your majestic appearance just now is like a god killing a god when he blocks it, and a Buddha when he blocks a Buddha!"
"Okay, don't slap the horse. Damn it." Ye Feng waved his hand and looked into the depths of the battlefield, "There are a lot of good things here, we can't waste them. Let's go deeper and find some real opportunities."
"Still... still deeper?" Hu Tianzong's face turned pale again.
"Why, are you scared?" Ye Feng looked at him sideways.
"Don't be afraid! How could you be afraid!" Hu Tianzong immediately slapped his chest loudly, "With Brother Ye here, even if it's a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, I dare to break through! I'm just... I'm just a little excited!"
Looking at his insincere expression, Ye Feng and Shangguan Yu couldn't help but smile.
The team is on the road again, but this time, everyone’s mentality has changed. They followed Ye Feng, feeling like they were following a moving killer weapon, and their hearts were filled with an unprecedented sense of security.
Just when they went deep into the battlefield, looking for the next "prey".
In the Immortal World, deep within the imperial palace of the Xingji Immortal Dynasty.
The cold eyes opened again. Only this time, his eyes were filled with overwhelming anger.
"The ancient battlefield... Okay! What an ant! How dare you hide in such a Jedi place with my sword!"
"Do you think that this way, I can't find you?"
The loud voice echoed in the imperial palace.
"Pass on my will, activate the "Star Track Sky Disk", and lock the ancient battlefield!"
"In addition, Protector Sikong, you will retrieve the Star Sword from the ancient battlefield for me, and bring back the soul of the ant."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" In the darkness, a shadow took the order and quietly retreated.
……
In the depths of the ancient battlefield, deathly silence is the eternal theme.
The atmosphere in the team is a little weird.
Hu Tianzong followed Ye Feng step by step, glancing at Ye Feng's back from time to time, with a mixture of awe and fear in his eyes. It seemed that he was not following a fellow monk, but an ancient ferocious beast covered in human skin.
He watched with his own eyes as Ye Feng tore into pieces and refined more than a dozen ancient corpses that were comparable to the Immortal Emperor, leaving not even the bones or dregs left. The brutal and bloody scene subverted his cognition and may become his nightmare for a long time in the future.
Shangguanyu said nothing, minding his own business carrying the wine gourd and occasionally taking a sip.
His eyes seemed to be casually scanning the surrounding ruins, but in fact most of his mind was focused on Ye Feng.
He could feel that after Ye Feng devoured those corpses, instead of becoming messy and chaotic, Ye Feng's aura became more condensed and restrained. This unbelievable technique made him, a prodigy from a famous family, feel powerless.
The gap between people is so huge.
Ye Feng didn't care about the eyes behind him.
He is immersed in the pleasure of returning strength. The cracks on the body of the God and Demon Suppressing Prison have completely disappeared, and have even become more indestructible under the tempering of the Immortal Corpse Qi.
More importantly, the Heart of the World in his body, after refining the huge energy, operates more smoothly and freely, and even the suppression of the Xingji Sword has become somewhat more stable.
"Boy, what kind of ghost technique is that of yours? You can even swallow corpse energy, so aren't you afraid of being assimilated into a mindless monster?" In the sea of consciousness, Xiaoxing's voice was filled with surprise.
It has seen countless magical powers, but it is unheard of for someone like Ye Feng to eat anything without fear of indigestion.
"You call this swallowing?" Ye Feng responded leisurely in the sea of consciousness, "I call it 'resource integration and optimal allocation'. This corpse energy is highly poisonous to others, but to me, it is an excellent material for tempering the body. Use waste, understand?"
Xiao Xing was choked to the point of being speechless for a long time, and in the end he could only snort angrily, no longer asking for trouble.
At this moment, Ye Feng, who was walking in the front, stopped.
Everyone followed his gaze and couldn't help but take a breath.
In front of them, a "river" appeared.
A long gray river composed of countless translucent shadows.
Those shadows have different shapes, some are humanoid, some are animalistic, all of them retain the pain and unwillingness before death, and make silent wails.
They crowd, tear, and merge with each other, forming a slow flowing torrent that stretches in front of everyone, with no source or end visible.
A biting cold breath rushed towards his face and rushed straight into his soul.
Hu Tianzong, who was slightly weaker in cultivation, felt as if his head had been stabbed hard by an ice pick, his vision turned black, and his soul began to tremble.
"Yes... they are battlefield ghosts!" The elder of Taiyi Xianmen's face was pale, and his voice was trembling, "So many...this is simply a river of ghosts!"
Shangguanyu's face also became solemn. He held the wine gourd tightly, and the majestic sword intent came out of his body, forming an invisible barrier to isolate the impact of the soul. "These ghosts have no entity, and ordinary magic and physical attacks have little effect on them. They are extremely difficult to deal with."
"What should we do? We can't swim across this river, can we?" Hu Tianzong cried with a sad face. Just looking at the river, he felt that his soul was about to be sucked away.
"Hmph, how dare some residual soul obsessions block the way?" After all, Elder Taiyi was a powerful person in the Immortal Queen period, and he was just momentarily shocked by this battle. He forced himself to calm down and decided to show off in front of Ye Feng to regain some face.
He shouted loudly, his immortal energy surged, and his whole body turned into a stream of light, trying to pass over the river of ghosts.
However, as soon as he flew over the river, countless ghosts in the river suddenly rioted like sharks smelling the smell of blood. Thousands of distorted faces were raised together, and endless suction force erupted from the empty eye sockets.
"Ah!" Elder Taiyi screamed, feeling as if his soul was being dragged out of the sea of consciousness. His body swayed, the body-protecting fairy light flashed sharply, and he fell straight towards the river of ghosts below.
"Not good!" Shangguan Yu's eyes flashed and he reacted very quickly. He flicked his fingers, and a green sword energy came first and wrapped around Elder Taiyi's waist, pulling him back suddenly and dragging him back from the river.
Elder Taiyi fell to the ground, his face was like gold paper, and he was breathing heavily, full of fear. He almost became part of the river.
Now, no one dares to underestimate this weird river.
"Thank you, Taoist friend Shangguan." Elder Taiyi thanked him with lingering fear, not daring to show off anymore.
"It seems that breaking in by force is no longer possible." Shangguan Yu frowned, "These ghosts gathered together to form a force field similar to a 'field', which specifically pulls the souls. Unless they can all be killed, any living thing that comes close will be swallowed."
"Then let's take a detour?" Hu Tianzong suggested.
"Do you think this river has an edge?" Shangguan Yu glanced at him.